How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 208

Yvan took the medicine with a trembling hand, drank some water, and forced it all down despite the discomfort. Only then did he say, "You made it. I just wanted to taste something you made."

Winifred's face was cold. "I gave that to Fitch, not you. Stop eating it."

Yvan said nothing. She was right. It was for Fitch.

Winifred noticed some residue on the corner of his mouth from when he'd been sick. She grabbed a tissue to wipe it for him, but stopped just as it neared his face.

"Wipe your mouth," she said, shoving the tissue into his hand.

Yvan wiped his mouth, then curled up on his side on the sofa.

Seeing he was still in pain, Winifred asked, "How are you feeling now? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No need. I took the medicine. It should get better soon," Yvan shook his head. "You should go back."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Yvan managed a weak smile. "I'll be fine in a bit."

"...Then I'm leaving?" Winifred was still worried about him but couldn't bring herself to admit it.

"Yeah, you can go." Just as Yvan said that, his expression changed again.

This stomachache felt different from usual. Why was it getting worse after taking medicine?

A wave of nausea rolled through his stomach, and he couldn't help but rush back to the bathroom to be sick again.

Winifred quickly followed and finally saw that what he was throwing up wasn't normal. It was a dark, brownish color.

She had a medical background and knew this could be a symptom of upper gastrointestinal bleeding.

Winifred threw caution to the wind, grabbing a tissue to wipe the fluid from his mouth and the sweat from his forehead.

Though she was clearly worried, her words were sharp. "Yvan, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're deliberately getting sick so I have to stay and take care of you."

"I'm sorry to trouble you," Yvan said, clutching his chest. "You can go. I'll be fine on my own."

"Fine on your own? What are you going to do, just tough it out?" Winifred snapped. "Don't you realize your symptoms could mean you have stomach bleeding? If you don't go to the hospital, you could die!"

She knew how to drive but rarely did, especially not a luxury car.

Seeing her slightly confused expression, Yvan raised a hand to guide her. "This is the ignition. That's the gas, and that's the brake."

Winifred got the hang of it quickly, and the car pulled smoothly out of the garage.

Yvan leaned back against the seat, staring intently at Winifred.

That feeling of being watched returned. Winifred knew it was Yvan staring at her and shot him a glare. "Yvan, are you a creep? Why do you always like staring at people? Do you have any idea that because of you stalking me, I almost thought I was developing some kind of mental illness?"

Yvan finally looked away. "I'm sorry."

"Do me a favor and start acting like a normal person. Stop secretly following me and spying on me."

Yvan pressed a hand to his stomach and said through a frown, "I won't do it again."

Winifred was about to say more, but seeing how much pain he was in, she kept her mouth shut.